This is Almost Over

I was already breaking my promise.
Spinning lies & half-truths
like a thousand cold fingertips.

How could I live like this?

Beyond the empty horizon,
I saw a mural of a monster...
that monster was me.

I never feel anything real.
Always left alone with the beeping of my heartbeat.
To shelter me from the wind.

No notes left behind.
Shredded clouds.
This was no Heaven...

This is almost over.